Chapter 1:

A soft, gentle scent tickled his nostrils.  

The woman's fragrance, close enough for their thighs to touch, carried a seductive pheromone hidden within its tenderness—one that teased a man's heart.  

Drawn by the scent, the young man— Arata Machi—glanced sideways.  

There sat a woman with a face nearly identical to the girl he admired.  

Though older than his crush, she possessed a youthful beauty that defied her age.  

And pressed lightly against Arata's arm were breasts far larger than his crush's, sinking softly into his flesh.  

The woman slid her hand along Arata's crotch, then with practiced fingers, pulled out his cock—already stiff and throbbing sweetly.  

Her supple fingertips coiled around him, coaxing him to grow even harder.  

The smoothness of her touch, so unlike his own fingers, sent waves of pleasure swirling through Arata's body almost instantly.  

"Haa..." The woman exhaled a heated breath, laden with feminine desire, making Arata's heart race.  

...Faintly, in the distance, the sound of a shower running. The girl he admired was bathing.  

The teasing splash of water stoking his imagination, and the real pleasure of her fingertips—both combined, heightening his sensitivity.  

"Hehe... So lively. But you're inexperienced, aren't you? I can feel how tense you are... yet so sensitive already..."  

Her index finger traced slowly along his underside.  

Just that nearly made Arata spill, but she held him back with perfect control.  

Teasing him with light, rhythmic strokes—*shu-ni, shu-ni*—his breath grew ragged, hips twitching helplessly. Already, frustration welled inside him.  

Watching him with heated eyes, she whispered by his ear:  

"Not yet... ♪ Come on, close your eyes... You can't cum just from an old lady like me.  This is practice—for when you do it with her. Listen... Can you hear the shower?"  

Doing as told, Arata shut his eyes, focusing on the distant sound of running water.  

"You've seen her gravure photos, right?  

Picture her... She's naked now, showering...  

I'll tell you what you can't see. Her nipples are pink... so pretty.  

A light patch of hair between her thighs... soft enough that rubbing against it would feel amazing.  

Her hair—not just on her head, but down there too—so silky... Her breasts... smaller than mine, but this soft... ♪"  

*Zuri, zuri*—the plush weight pressed harder against his arm.  

The vision behind his eyelids—his crush's naked body—grew vivid, almost real.  

Yet at the same time, the allure of the woman beside him seeped in, merging with his fantasies until his mind was a mess of overlapping arousal.  

His cock ached—so stiff it hurt, precum beading at the tip.  

Spreading it carefully over his head, her breath growing hotter, the woman tightened her grip.  

"Good boy... Keep imagining her... Just like you've done so many times before... Picture covering her with your heat as you let go... ♪"  

Nodding weakly, Arata surrendered to her hand.  

Between the fantasy of the girl he adored and the raw, vivid stimulation of real touch—  

Caught between the two, burning with need, Arata recalled how this strange situation had begun—